Sarah's Story
As a young woman, stood up that day at the Church altar after 7 years of engagement, and with a child in womb, I was fearful of telling angry parents who were displeased their eldest daughter was the first in the family tree to become pregnant out of wedlock.
Three turmoil-filled weeks later the Father of the baby returned to escort me to the abortion clinic. After sitting through a slide show of how my child would be suctioned out of my body to end this "untimely pregnancy," I was assigned the state mandated "professional counseling." The clinic worker asked if my parents could help me with the pregnancy, then if the Father of the baby might. After only those two questions, she closed my folder, sighed, and said, "Well, it's decided then."
In the waiting room, 2 giggling girls laughed at their simultaneous abortions after their simultaneous one-night-stands. As I looked around, I saw a middle-aged woman, looking miserable, and several college-age mothers whose boyfriends didn't even bother to show up. I stare, stricken, into the eyes of a Chinese couple, as a wicked arm slides across my own shoulders & a voice whispers, "I don't know what a couple like us is doing in a place like this."
Quietly, with our heads held low, the mothers were called up to the payment desk for the privilege of paying Planned Parenthood to kill our children. Suddenly startled, I asked, "what's that there, on top my file?" The cashier quickly hid my ultrasound from sight. "Wait! I saw a head, little arms & little legs!" The check had been taken, and all the woman said was, "Go back to your seat now, dear, and wait for your name to be called."
I return to the Father and pleaded, "This is not RIGHT, I saw the baby, we must find a way to work this out. We must leave this place!" His only reply, "I can't."
Again, the clinic workers began shuffling the group of mothers into individual bathroom stalls, eerily a reminder of Junior High School days, in simpler times than these. Dressed in our hospital gowns now, we're shown to the abortionist's "Procedure Room." I slowly slid onto the cold metal table, next to a silver tray perfectly lined with sharp polished knives of every shape & size, much like those at all the romantic dinners, in simpler times than these.
A craggy woman hobbled into the room, with a voice as cold as ice, she said, "the doctor will be here in 5 minutes BE READY. That was the EXTENT of my "doctor-patient consultation."
One single client & her baby slipped away that day...I tore off the hospital gown, redressed & rushed to take that first unforgettable step out of the abortion clinic. I'd be Mother and Father to this special baby boy.
Six staff members surrounded me & asked, "Where will you go?" "What will you do?" I turned my head over my shoulder as I ran out the door, "I don't know, but this, THIS I know is wrong!"
